Naturists with their dates looking for new experiences
Again I go back mentally to you and can't break away from these memories.
Sitting in the half-empty apartment, listening to the window drumming rain, twitches, reading letters. Yes, Yes, letters - old letters that were written by hand and put all heart and soul. The envelopes are carefully stacked in an ancient chest, where, besides me, no one will climb. Words touch the soul deeply and painfully. But I'm reading. I read and myself in our summer, that will never happen again...
Rubric: Family Nudism